MAY THE FOURTH…

Ain’t it great there’s a day we can celebrate the existence of the universe of Star Wars?

Since I started Since My Baby Left Me, I’ve been reminding the world about how much I love this saga, better said, the holy trilogy of episodes IV, V and VI. There are not many things at this stage of life which make me feel in the same way as when I was a little girl. There are very few movies which can make me laugh, cry, feel excited, devastated, in love or upset every time I watch them. And there are very few things I relate to in the real life even though they are impossible: I want a lightsaber, to have the Jedi mind power, send people to die in Sarlacc’s pit, get married with Han Solo, and hire Boba Fett as my bodyguard.

I can’t recall how many times I’ve quoted quoted sentences such as “Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope” “it’s a trap”, “Uchini!” “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for”, “I find your lack of faith disturbing”, “I love you”, “I know”, or “Jabba! This is your last chance. Free us or Die”. Believe me, they’ve been many. I was told once I laugh in the same way as Jabba the Hutt. It’s not a very nice thing to say, but I bear this burden with some kind og dignity.

This is what George Lucas has made of me. A freak. But I love it.

Forgetting the first episodes, which I consider a waste and an insult, everybody is looking towards the episode VII reluctantly yet curious and excited. Last week this amazing photo shocked and made all fans recover enthusiasm. Full cast in a relaxing meeting. The old and the new generation of actors with the director J.J. Abrams. Good news is that Lawrence Kasdan, responsible for The Empire Strikes Back, will co-write the script, instead of the director by himself, who we don’t trust much. I don’t know what to think of all this. I’d hate getting disappointed again, but at the same time I got faith. Let’s see what happens next year.